[Day: Tuesday, June 29th. Time: 9:15 p.m.]
[You killed Hitler! You're in Ensof's bar, in different bodies. Ensof
is in the door holding a sword in one hand and a head in the other. Not-Chie-
Actually-Lazar got punched out, and is lying in a nice heap on the floor. The
MiBs escaped, and Hitler's dead. Who's gonna pick up his tab now?]
[Session Start!]
( Not me, that's for sure. )
I'll say it again, despite my religion... What the hell?
(Well, his pizza got ruined.)
* Reizar rubs at the back of his head, turning to see Ensof. He quickly hides
the pan he's holding with his other hand. "Uh... hi?"
* Mamei waves cheerfully. "Hiya, Ensoff."
* Chisanjya takes the opportunity to stand up, rather wobbly, and go over to
check on Lazar-herself.
* Choria waves and grunts in Ensof's direction.
* Asanjei stands up from healing Chisanjya and woozles a little, walking over to
a booth and plopping down.
Should I ask why a vampiric Hitler's corpse is in my bar?
No.
Dunno about 'should'. You could, but the aswer's not-good, and you
should really thank us for killing him for you... uh, I think we killed him,
anyway.
* Makoto topples gracelessly out of a bathroom mirror, grabs hold of one of he
cermacic sinks, and manages to fall heavily on his ass without twisting an arm
TOO badly or busting head or tailbone. After taking a minute or two to orient
himself, he creeps to the nearest door and peers out.
* Mamei kicks the corpse a little. "Hey, you're dead, right?"
* Asanjei scratches her head. "Unless you weren't actually asking if you should
ask, and instead telling us we should."
moo
* Chisanjya looks up from her unconscious body. "Staff through the heart. I
think he's dead."
I think he's pretty dead. I staked him really good. Anyway, Ensof, we
kinda had this problem. We came to talk to you, and then Hitler showed up, and
he was gonna kill you, and we collectively decided this was a bad thing, so we
stopped him from doing it.
That's not a problem, right? I hope not.
* Choria nods.
[The corpse does not twitch. A cow armed with weapons suddenly charges
through the door, though, but Ensof turns and decapitates it.]
(Bwahaha.)
(Hehehe.)
(Heheh.)
* Reizar gives a Lazar-ish nod. And tosses the pan onto the table with other
cookware.
* Ensof shrugs. "Stranger things have happened."
Yeah, tell me about it.
No kidding.
* Ensof yells, "Emily! Get a mop!"
[Emily comes out of the kitchen with said mop. "Okay Mr. Ensof!"]
* Makoto emerges from the bathroom and into what appears to be a bar in which
his friends, a historic despot, and a big mess currently occupy. "Gott im
Himmel, you guys were tough to find. What did I miss?"
* Chisanjya stands back up, wobbles a bit, and then sits back down. She points
at her unconscious body. "Seems okay. Just out. Didn't sleep well last night,
and possibly some residual stuff from yesterday."
Only on Thursdays. Woo, how do you manage to exert yourself this much?
* Reizar blinks. "Anyway, I'm gonna put this stuff back in the kitchen." He goes
about scooping up all the stuff he brought out. "Sorry 'bout your chairs, by the
way," he apologizes as he starts to lumber into the kitchen.
* Reizar stops, though, and blinks at Makoto. "Where the hell were you?"
I was... what happened to your voice?
* Choria sits down on the wall. "You'd be surprised."
* Chisanjya waves. "Heya, Makoto. Where the hell have you been?"
* Ensof shrugs. "Everyone's gotta use the restroom."
My voice is just fine, it's just the accent and word choice that's off,
'cause I'm not Lazar.
Makoto? You missed all the fun.
* Makoto hops.
* Reizar goes back to lumbering. He's almost sullen now.
* Ensof tosses the head into a nearby wastebasket.
* Asanjei flops on her back. "Yeah, man, we've got a story to tell you."
And why is Chomei on the... oh, for fuck's sake, you're all switched!
Like I said, you missed all the fun.
Bingo!
* Reizar calls out from the kitchen, "And we're having a fuckin' good time about
it, too!"
Hey, watch the language in my bar.
Yeah. My middle finger's just flipping with joy.
* Asanjei calls back to Rei - "Bring me back an apple!"
Sorry, uhm... sir. This is really messed up, though. Everybody's
emotions are coming out of the wrong bodies.
* Reizar puts something back with a loud clang. "'Kay!"
You picked a great time to go wherever the hell you've been, Makoto.
Yeah, well, it wasn't really all my choice.
So you know which of us is which?
Yeah, guess!
* Makoto nods. "I've been around you guys enough to be able to pick out each
person's emotional... uhm... I guess you could call it a signature."
It's like a game only there's nothing to win!
* Ensof meanwhile folds his arms. "Why do the crazy people always come to my
bar?"
Because it's a nice bar?
Except Asanjya, but I figured her out by elimination.
Aww.
Why not?
Crazy people need alcohol too.
Some would argue that they need it more.
* Makoto shrugs and looks at Rei's body as he says "I haven't known her long
enough."
But I don't drink.
* Reizar comes lumbering back with an apple, which he proceeds to toss to
herself. If that makes any sense.
* Asanjei snags it out of the air, while still laying down, and proceeds to dig
in with a relish.
* Ensof points at the apple. "That ain't free, y'know."
Sure, I got it. Lemme get her wallet. My wallet. That thing.
* Asanjei points to Hitler with her toe. "He's buying."
Oooh, good point!
* Makoto walks switly over to Lazar's body and hugs it before it can do anything
else. "Heya, cutie."
* Mamei runs over to Hitler's body and looks for a wallet!
* Reizar lumbers over to Rei's backpack, thuds down, and looks through 'till he
finds some money. He blinks at Makoto. "Where were you?"
* Chisanjya leans forward, resting her arms on the table and then her chin on
her arms. She looks tired, and a bit drained.
* Mamei takes any shiny medals he may have, too. And other valuables.
[Mamei mugs Hitler!]
(Awesome.)
( ^_^_v )
(Best session evar.)
I had to keep some security people away from the car, Rei. Sorry I
didn't get back in time to see you off. They were pretty nosy.
I got your note, at least.
* Reizar lets out a sigh. "Yeah, okay."
* Reizar grumbles, "You can stop hugging me now. Doesn't really matter."
And if Lazar wakes up and sees it happening, he'll freak. On second
thought, keep hugging.
Well, he's got enough yen to cover the tab easy. He's also got lots of
funny money.
* Mamei waves some German Marks around.
* Chisanjya laughs quietly.
Yes! Fruit is on the house!
What about alcohol?
* Reizar facepalms. Rock on rock is a little disconcerting.
* Choria rolls his eyes.
* Makoto chuckles and pulls away from Lazar's body. "Right. No nerves now.
Anyway, so... you're in a bar. There's a generations-old fascist leader freshly
dead on the floor, and everybody is acting strangely even for... well,
everybody. Somebody care to fill me in?"
Life sucks. What else is new?
Someone dropped a spirit bomb that I was gonna be part of when we
killed the metal demon, and we all got switched.
* Asanjei raises her head and looks at ...herself. "Hey! Don't get me drunk,
I've got to keep using that liver."
* Mamei finishes by taking his medals and his socom pistol. "I bet these'll
sell."
I won't get you drunk. Just one little drink. I don't think that
should get you drunk, unless you've got some horribly low alcohol tolerance.
Naw, that ought to be okay.
Haven't figured out how to fix it yet. I really hope we do, because
it's weird, even for us, like Maria being lame and Chomei snatching stuff. And
we need to talk to Ensof, because Dracula's causing trouble, and he can help us
with that. Stopping Dracula, I mean, not cause trouble. We do that by
ourselves.
* Asanjei flops back, looks at the finished apple, then tosses it onto the table
and stands up, heading back into the kitchen.
Awesome.
* Chisanjya doesn't get up, though.
* Ensof shrugs. "You misheard, then. All I know about Dracula is he's old."
* Makoto winces. "I'm glad you weren't part of the bomb. You killed the demon,
huh? That's good, at least. Ensof... I take it Ensof is--ah, okay."
Oh, we don't need to know about Dracula.
* Reizar looks at Ensof. "That's cool, because we're not here to ask you for
combat tips. It's something about a race of people you're part of, and Maria's
part of, well, she'd be part of it if she were in her normal body."
Mister Big 'n' Fangy's looking into you guys.
Yeah. So we need to get the fuck back to our own bodies.
Hmm... That figures.
Yeah, if you know body-swap magic, that'd be reeeeeally cool.
* Asanjei pops out of the kitchen, eating grapes and carrying an armload of
fruit. "I'm workin' on it as we speak."
* Mamei nodnodnods.
Definitely.
* Reizar steals some fruit, remembers he can't eat, and gives it back.
* Mamei stops nodding, but the Pointy Hair of Chomei keeps bobbing for a while.
"Woo, weird."
It figures, you know? I spend most of my life wishing I didn't have
my abilities, and now that I don't, I miss them terribly.
Wow, you too?
You too?
* Reizar grumbles, "Least I could feel the carpet."
Yeah. I miss other things, too.
* Asanjei dumps the fruit on the table, then picks up her book and dives into
it. "Don't worry, Rei, you'll get to eat all the damn fruit you want when we
switch back."
I miss being male.
Why the hell would you miss being male?
Well, no, I don't know any body-swap magic. Unless you want me to blow
up your bodies and sew them back together or something.
Because then I wouldn't wake up with a FUCKIN' BACKACHE.
* Reizar wrinkles his nose, which looks really funny on Lazar. "Eew. No."
* Chisanjya eyes Ensof. "No. I don't think that'll be necessary."
If it makes any of you feel better, you're all pretty much the same as
you always were to me. I mean... bodies are mutable anyway. From my point of
view.
* Asanjei frowns. "But apparently abilities aren't."
* Reizar sighs and leans his head back against the wall.
* Mamei points and laughs at Choria. "Ha-HA! I have passed the curse on to you,
foolish male!"
Which puzzles me, 'cause I thought mine would definitely be tied to
my soul, not my body. Maybe a part of my soul stayed behind or somethin' and
that's why Laz's got 'em now.
But I don't really care about the theory. I just want us all back.
* Reizar looks sideways at Makoto. "We still need to talk, you know."
* Makoto turns to Rei-in-Lazar's-body and nods. "I know."
'Kay.
* Reizar closes his eyes again. Make it stop.
So, uh, Ensof. Will you pretty please help us please?
Help you what? Go back to that place?
Well, sort of. I dunno if I'm ready to meet our people, yet? But we kind
of need to thwart Dracula an' all. I think everyone'll be happier if we thwart
him, anyway.
* Asanjei grabs a banana and mutters something about invisibility.
First of all, I'd like my body back. I don't want to be mistaken for
someone else while running down there.
Oooh, good point. I should prolly be me when we go there. 'Cause, yeah.
Yes you should.
* Chisanjya nods emphatically. "Very good idea."
Eh, you don't wanna go there.
But we have to. Or we at least need to be between there and the bad
guys.
Your people? Where are you from, Maria?
I dunno. Same place he is. *points at Ensof*
* Makoto looks Ensof up and down for the briefest moment. "Okay. Would you mind
if I asked where you're from, sir?"
But I've only ever lived in orphanages and alleys an' stuff. I have no
idea about the other people in the same race as me. I've usually insisted I'm
human, even.
Yeah. It's kind of a secret, and I've got a lot of trouble on my back
as it is.
* Chisanjya sighs.
Couldn't you tell a member of your own race, tho?
* Makoto shrugs. "Fair enough. If Maria doesn't remember anything about it then
it'll probably stay a secret. So... you said something about Dracula being
there. Wherever the two of you are from, I mean. That's bad, right?"
'Sides, I'm sure they Greater Than Thous don't need you're help anyhow.
They can eliminate Dracula and his entire army with a yawn, or something.
Greater Than Thous?
Oh. Exiled, huh?
Greater wha huh?
I'm lost.
Sounds like the city leader's an ass.
Bah. To them I might be. But I quit.
* Reizar is so helpful!
Ahh, gotcha.
Okay, but, uhm, if they're that tough, what happens if Dracula gets 'em
on his side?
* Makoto nods his understanding.
Then he gets a lot more powerful, and they'd still be as annoying as
they are.
* Asanjei doubletakes at her book, then, wide-eyed, turns the page, muttering
some more.
And you're not worried about Dracula getting more powerful?
* Ensof rubs his head. "It's sarcasm. Jeez."
I doubt Dracula would get them on his side. He's more likely to get fed
up with trying and wipe them all out.
* Makoto grins faintly. "Are they that arrogant?"
You don't know the half of it. They literally see themselves as the
Chosen Ones. Chosen by their own gods, mind, and gods forbid you don't believe
in their religion.
* Chisanjya leans forward and her braid wraps itself around her upper left arm.
"Damn. Hate people like that."
* Mamei fidgets. "Okay, uhm, but."
It gets better.
Oh?
* Ensof points to his golden eyes. "See these?"
Wow, they're real bitches, eh?
They come in three colors: Copper, silver and gold. But you won't see
any coppers or silvers around; they're all killed at birth. They're not "Holy"
enough.
Ew. But...
* Reizar opens his eyes now and frowns.
Yup, bitches.
* Makoto peers at Chomei's eyes... the eyes in Maria's body.
* Choria currently has gold eyes, I guess.
But... my eyes weren't gold when I was born? I don't think, anyway. They
weren't when I was young?
* Chisanjya looks disgusted at Ensof's latest statement.
That's just wrong.
* Ensof shrugs. "They should've been."
* Asanjei claps shut her book and digs into a pear. She eyes Ensof. "So are they
really big into Plato?"
Never heard of him. Which probably means he's a heretic.
Naw, just an overbearing philosopher with an ego bigger than his
brain.
* Reizar speaks up: "If Maria's weren't gold when she was born, she could have
been a half-breed. If your race is able to interbreed with humans, anyway. It'd
explain why she doesn't remember the city of doom, too."
* Mamei is confused! ;_;
* Ensof shrugs. "Could be anything."
True enough. There are plenty of half-breeds of everything else
nowadays.
And if he was a human, well, he may as well have been a gorilla.
Sounds like great people. Much resistance to this philosophy?
* Makoto bristles a little. "Sometimes half-breeds are the only way a race can
survive."
That'd make sense, yeah.
* Reizar looks at Makoto for a second, then back to Ensof.
* Chisanjya just listens.
Anyway, unless you liked getting looked down on and made fun of, you
probably don't want to go there.
Couldn't we all just pop in some golden contacts and mingle?
But we can't stick to walls and stuff.
* Ensof laughs. "Hope you can walk up walls and cast a variety of powerful
magicks."
I keep saying. We don't need to *go* there, we just need to know where
it is so we can prevent someone else from going there.
Well, collectively, yes.
* Makoto looks at Maria-in-Chomei's-body. "Magic? Have you been holding out on
us, Maria?"
No? How the hell am I supposed to know magic?
* Reizar gives him a thumbs up. "I can stick to walls. Normally."
You think street bums are all wizards or something?
And I'm used to being looked down on!
* Choria shrugs.
I've had enough of being looked down on by people, thank you very
much.
* Ensof leans his sword against the wall.
No, Maria, but I think we've established that you're a very special
kind of street bum. Anyway, back to subject at hand. Dracula and the
superhumans.
* Asanjei throws an orange at Chisanjya.
* Ensof sighs. "I can take you there if you want, but I think it's a dumb idea."
* Chisanjya catches it. She gives Asanjei a quizzical look.
Then let's not go.
Fine.
Okay, that was fun. How do we save the world from a remote location,
then?
It's a good question. We do get paid for this, and money aside, I
kinda like the world as it is.
* Asanjei smiles, and then bites into a kumquat.
* Choria shrugs.
* Chisanjya blinks, then smiles back and starts peeling the orange.
* Mamei glares at Cho.
* Makoto shakes his head suddenly. He looks as though he's about to say
something for a moment, but the feeling is apparently fleeting and he keeps his
mouth shut.
* Chisanjya pops a slice of orange into her mouth and chews thoughtfully.
Yeah?
(To avoid confusion, that was directed at Mamei.)
* Reizar looks at Makoto and pokes him in the arm. Maybe a little painfully, but
he don't know his own strength.
Nnf.
* Mamei mutters something about needing air and walks outside.
It's nothing, really. Just that a few months ago and I wouldn't have
given a flying flip about the fate of the world.
[Mamei opens the door only to see... something coming towards the bar.
What, she's not sure; it's too dark to see.]
Eh? Whazzat?
* Reizar grins, just a little. "Bad influence, huh?"
Ensof, I think you've got more weird visitors. Lucky you.
* Chisanjya swallows another piece of orange and looks over at Maria. "What's
going on?"
* Ensof glances outside, snatching up his sword. "Hnnn... Just my night."
* Makoto grins back at his now-golem-y girlfriend. "Yeah, I guess so. My father
told me not to hang out with people like you."
What are they?
He was right. You'dve probably lived longer.
* Reizar sticks his illusionary tongue out at Makoto. "Yeah, but it's worth it.
Once I get my tail back, anyway."
* Reizar lumbers back to his feet. Ugh.
* Asanjei opens her book again, munching on a persimmon.
* Choria stands up and jumps to the floor.
[The dark shapes get into the light enough so that you can see what they
are: two men in medieval armor, carrying battle-axes and tower shields.]
* Chisanjya reaches for her sword, then realizes that it's in her bag, and her
bag is on the floor next to Lazar.
* Makoto grins hugely, then turns toward the door to see what's going on.
"What's out there?"
* Mamei blinks. "They regulars here?"
* Reizar blinks down at Makoto. "Okay, you being shorter than me is really
freaking weird. Ensof, can I borrow your kitchen again?"
* Ensof keeps his gaze towards the outside. "Go for it."
Just in case. Cool.
[Meanwhile Emily makes herself scarce.]
* Chisanjya decides that waiting might be good.
* Reizar scrams back into the kitchen. More like wanders slowly, but hey.
* Choria walks over to the door way.
[Behind the armor, a voice calls, "Come on out, Et'Ada! Our master
wishes to speak with you."]
* Asanjei looks up from her book. "This can't be good."
* Makoto murmurs after Reizar. "Hey, don't sweat it cutie. I know a few really
big people. I can be taller. Well, I can be somebody who's taller, anyway."
* Chisanjya looks over at Ensof. "That'd be you, I take it?"
Yeah. Dumb name, isn't it?
I like the one you're using now better, yeah.
Very. No offense.
* Mamei resummons Rownal. "Yeah, actually."
Not my name. What my people call themselves.
* Asanjei winces. "Bad luck."
I can't give you my name. It's kinda unpronouncable in your language.
* Reizar wanders back and starts setting up a nice pile of throwable
sharp/heavy/metal things. "Hey, you could be a smorfy."
* Choria pulls out a longbow.
Oh. That works.
.... Point
And damned if that doesn't sound stupid. But at least I get a tail.
Uh, when I'm not a golem. Anyway.
[More dark shapes spread out from behind the armor.]
( Gimme hearing checks! )
2d6
* Dicesuke throws the bones for Reizar (2d6) and gets 8.
* Makoto smirks. "This is looking nasty."
2d6-2
* Dicesuke throws the bones for Chisanjya (2d6) and gets 6.
2d6
2d6
* Dicesuke throws the bones for Asanjei (2d6) and gets 7.
...yeah, but at least 'smorfy' sounds a funny kind of stupid, right?
* Dicesuke throws the bones for Makoto (2d6) and gets 7.
It makes me think of little blue guys with white stocking caps that
sing songs while they skip through the forest.
2d6
* Dicesuke throws the bones for Choria (2d6) and gets 3.
2d6+1
* Dicesuke throws the bones for Mamei (2d6+3) and gets 11.
...your imagination is weird, Rei.
I like it that way!
* Chisanjya walks over to where her bag rests and pulls out the demon-killing
sword. Better to be prepared than not.
Why blue?
Because unless your television's funky, they're blue. Trust me. I'll
show you sometime.
She will.
[Anyhow, sounds like bones!]
Uh, right.
* Asanjei pointedly does not grab her staff out from the vampire Hitler.
Guys? You hear that?
Yeah, makes me want to dance.
... Great. We got skeletons.
No? This body hears bad. Your ears are lame, Chomei.
* Asanjei nods. "Yeah."
* Reizar blinks. "I mean, skeletons."
Oh, crap. I left my spear in the mirror.
...you mean your yo-yo?
* Reizar starts looking through his weapons. "Blunt weapons do full damage."
[The voice calls again: "Come on! We don't have all night!"]
Laz isn't gonna be needing my other sword, Makoto, if you wanna use
that. I don't think we need the special demonstuff for this.
Good time to remember your RPG rules.
( *laughs* )
Damn straight.
Curse me for using a bow. I only do half and they're immune to
criticals.
... You're such a geek, Chomei. What the hell? I didn't know people
lame as you could be geeks.
Huh? No, I mean my spear. I have my yo-yo in my pocket. But one of
those humans in Hell gave me a spear before I followed you guys out. Sure, I'll
take that spare sword...
* Chisanjya eyes Reizar and Choria. "One of these days, I'll figure out what you
two are talking about."
* Ensof heads on out. "Alright, guys, I'm having a bad day as it is."
* Choria shrugs. "I'm a geek how I chose."
...I don't get it.
* Chisanjya withdraws it from her bag and hands it over to Makoto. "Enjoy."
* Reizar starts pushing his pile closer to the door. Golem PUSH!
* Makoto grabs the sword and gives it a few practice swipes. "I don't get it
either, Maria."
* Asanjei does a little practice levitation with a banana and a starfruit. "I
think I'm ready. Are we gonna have to fight again?"
* Reizar looks up from his pile and to Makoto. An odd look goes over his face,
then he shrugs to himself and peeks out of the door. "I bet."
Eh. We always have to fight.
* Choria draws an arrow back. "It's a fact of life."
[The voice says again, "Ensof, I presume? They call me Dullahan, and-"]
I don't care what they call you. It'll be Deadahan in a sec.
( Unless Ensof can use the Destroy Undead. )
* Chisanjya adjusts her grip on the sword, taking into account her longer
fingers. "This is where I really miss being me."
["Fine, we'll skip the pleasantries. Capture him, kill the others."]
( Gimme init rolls! )
d6+6
* Dicesuke throws the bones for Chisanjya (d6+6) and gets 7.
d6+7
* Dicesuke throws the bones for Choria (d6+7) and gets 11.
d6+7
* Dicesuke throws the bones for Makoto (d6+7) and gets 10.
d6+6
* Dicesuke throws the bones for Asanjei (d6+6) and gets 11.
d6+7
* Dicesuke throws the bones for Reizar (d6+7) and gets 10.
d6+8
* Dicesuke throws the bones for Mamei (d6+8) and gets 9.
[Order: Ensof, Choria, Asanjei, Dullahan, Makoto, Reizar, Armor 1,
Mamei, Armor 2, Chisanjya, Buncha Skeletons.]
[Ensof's turn!]
* Ensof immediately runs up the side of the nearer building surrounding his bar
and chants a spell, sending an illuminating light towards the sky; it goes up
about ten feet then hovers and gets brighter, allowing you to see what your
fighting; probably a good thing.
[And what you're fighting is 6 skeletons, 2 suits of armor, and a
decapacitated guy armed with a sword and carrying his own head.]
[Choria's turn!]
* Choria runs out and jumps onto the roof. Damn you for not having Steady Hand.
Yeech, walking dead. Lazar would have something to say about this...
[Asanjei's turn!]
If he were awake. So I'll do it.
* Asanjei ..... ducks back inside! Woot for forethought.
Blah blah at least it's not were-waffles. Them's very dangerous in
Transylvania, yarr.
Too bad he's KO'ed. You're missing hearing me speak with a funky
accent.
Yarr?
Rei, he's not a pirate.
He is now.
* Makoto laughs despite himself.
[Dullahan's turn!]
* Chisanjya chuckles. "Point."
* Choria is dull. No laughing here... yet.
[Dullahan points at the group! "Now! Attack!" Two marshmellows bounce
up to Chisanjya and Mamei. They grow super huge for a sec as they open giant
mouths with razor sharp teeth and try to eat them!]
( Gimme def rolls! )
(... WTF?)
2d6
* Dicesuke throws the bones for Chisanjya (2d6) and gets 7.
( Peter gave me the idea ages ago. Were-marshmellows! XD )
(No.)
* Reizar blinks at them. "Damn, I guess were-marshmallows really do exist."
( Hehehe. )
[Chisanjya gets bit by a were-marshmellow! It's really painful.]
(I started typing that before Brett said anything. @_@;)
Ow! Yes, and they're eating *me*!
2d6-3
* Dicesuke throws the bones for Mamei (2d6-3) and gets 3.
[Mamei has better luck avoiding the marshmellowy doom.]
[Makoto's turn!]
What the *hell*? Am I wearing a sign that says "bite me?"
(Did I forget to tell you about that? Sorry. ^^;)
(Haha!)
* Makoto rushes the head-toting wondergoon with Chie's sword and slashes
recklessly.
2d6-3
* Dicesuke throws the bones for Makoto (2d6-3) and gets 5.
(Whoo!)
[Despite his recklessness, Makoto scores a hit on Dullahan's shoulder.]
[Reizar's turn!]
(Just what Asanjya needed...another curse)
* Reizar picks up a cleaver and chucks it at the wonder-marhsmallow that bit
Not-Asanjya-Really-Chie. "Hey, offa my best friend in my not best friend's body!
No offense, Asanjya!"
(Yeah, I know. What am I know, a vampire demon summoner were-
marshmallow with prehensile hair? Stop screwing up my body! ;_;)
2d6-2
* Dicesuke throws the bones for Reizar (2d6-2) and gets 10, a CRITICAL
FAILURE!!! "My momma always said, you gotta take the good with the bad. Have a
little bad."
(PFFT.)
(Oh my god, this is bad.)
(... not cool.)
(... Um, wow. This is VERY bad.)
( Oh my... Not-Asanjya, gimme a def roll! )
2d6
* Dicesuke throws the bones for Chisanjya (2d6) and gets 8.
[Not good indeed. Chisanjya gets grazed by a cleaver.]
( ;_; )
(... Now I'm going to be a DEAD vampire demon summoner were-
marshmallow with prehensile hair.)
Shit I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry!
[Armor 1's turn!]
Ow! It's okay, Rei, just don't do it again!
* Chisanjya tries to not look like she's in pain.
[The armor chucks its axe at Choria! Ranged def, Choria!]
* Reizar flails and looks almost like he's about to cry. It's adorable. Lazar
would roll over in his grave if he were, y'know, dead.
2d6
* Dicesuke throws the bones for Choria (2d6) and gets 4.
(Woot!)
( He's unconscious! Is that close enough? )
(Is he rolling? *checks*)
Rei, it's all right! You were trying to help me out! These things
happen!
But I wasn't s'posed to hit you!
It's okay; we're still getting used to being this way!
I don't WANNA be this way!
[Choria dodges out of the way of the axe which, to her surprise, goes
back to the armor's hand.]
Well, let's take out these things and we'll work on getting back to
ourselves!